When they arrived on the grand square，however，the man pointed out to him four long windows all lighted up，in the front of a vast and gloomy building.
'Upon my word，sir，you are in luck；you have arrived in season.Do you see those four windows？
That is the Court of Assizes.There is light there，so they are not through.
The matter must have been greatly protracted，and they are holding an evening session.Do you take an interest in this affair？
Is it a criminal case？Are you a witness？'
He replied：——
'I have not come on any business；I only wish to speak to one of the lawyers.'
'That is different，'said the bourgeois.
'Stop，sir；here is the door where the sentry stands.
You have only to ascend the grand staircase.'
He conformed to the bourgeois's directions，and a few minutes later he was in a hall containing many people，and where groups，intermingled with lawyers in their gowns，were whispering together here and there.
It is always a heart-breaking thing to see these congregations of men robed in black，murmuring together in low voices，on the threshold of the halls of justice.
It is rare that charity and pity are the outcome of these words.
Condemnations pronounced in advance are more likely to be the result.
All these groups seem to the passing and thoughtful observer so many sombre hives where buzzing spirits construct in concert all sorts of dark edifices.
This spacious hall，illuminated by a single lamp，was the old hall of the episcopal palace，and served as the large hall of the palace of justice.
A double-leaved door，which was closed at that moment，separated it from the large apartment where the court was sitting.
The obscurity was such that he did not fear to accost the first lawyer whom he met.
'What stage have they reached，sir？'he asked.
'It is finished，'said the lawyer.
'Finished！'
This word was repeated in such accents that the lawyer turned round.
'Excuse me sir；perhaps you are a relative？'
'No；I know no one here.
Has judgment been pronounced？'
'Of course.
Nothing else was possible.'
'To penal servitude？'
'For life.'
He continued，in a voice so weak that it was barely audible：——
'Then his identity was established？'
'What identity？'replied the lawyer.
'There was no identity to be established.
The matter was very ******.
The woman had murdered her child；the infanticide was proved；the jury threw out the question of premeditation，and she was condemned for life.'
'So it was a woman？'said he.
'Why，certainly.
The Limosin woman.
Of what are you speaking？'
'Nothing.
But since it is all over，how comes it that the hall is still lighted？'
'For another case，which was begun about two hours ago.
'What other case？'
'Oh！this one is a clear case also.
It is about a sort of blackguard；a man arrested for a second offence；a convict who has been guilty of theft.
I don't know his name exactly.
There's a bandit's phiz for you！
I'd send him to the galleys on the strength of his face alone.'
'Is there any way of getting into the court-room，sir？'said he.
'I really think that there is not.
There is a great crowd.However，the hearing has been suspended.
Some people have gone out，and when the hearing is resumed，you might make an effort.'
'Where is the entrance？'
'Through yonder large door.'
The lawyer left him.
In the course of a few moments he had experienced，almost simultaneously，almost intermingled with each other，all possible emotions.
The words of this indifferent spectator had，in turn，pierced his heart like needles of ice and like blades of fire.When he saw that nothing was settled，he breathed freely once more；but he could not have told whether what he felt was pain or pleasure.
He drew near to many groups and listened to what they were saying.The docket of the session was very heavy；the president had appointed for the same day two short and ****** cases.
They had begun with the infanticide，and now they had reached the convict，the old offender，the'return horse.'
This man had stolen apples，but that did not appear to be entirely proved；what had been proved was，that he had already been in the galleys at Toulon.It was that which lent a bad aspect to his case.
However，the man's examination and the depositions of the witnesses had been completed，but the lawyer's plea，and the speech of the public prosecutor were still to come；it could not be finished before midnight.
The man would probably be condemned；the attorney-general was very clever，and never missed his culprits；he was a brilliant fellow who wrote verses.
An usher stood at the door communicating with the hall of the Assizes.He inquired of this usher：——
'Will the door be opened soon，sir？'
'It will not be opened at all，'replied the usher.
'What！
It will not be opened when the hearing is resumed？Is not the hearing suspended？'
'The hearing has just been begun again，'replied the usher，'but the door will not be opened again.'
'Why？'
'Because the hall is full.'
'What！
There is not room for one more？'
'Not another one.
The door is closed.
No one can enter now.'
The usher added after a pause：
'There are，to tell the truth，two or three extra places behind Monsieur le President，but Monsieur le President only admits public functionaries to them.'
So saying，the usher turned his back.
He retired with bowed head，traversed the antechamber，and slowly descended the stairs，as though hesitating at every step.It is probable that he was holding counsel with himself.The violent conflict which had been going on within him since the preceding evening was not yet ended；and every moment he encountered some new phase of it.
On reaching the landing-place，he leaned his back against the balusters and folded his arms.
All at once he opened his coat，drew out his pocket-book，took from it a pencil，tore out a leaf，and upon that leaf he wrote rapidly，by the light of the street lantern，this line：
